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AMBER: Girls, hold the racket down! I have disturbing news. Madi has left us for the Bridge. It was her time and you know she hated to wait for anything so she is with the other crotchety angels. Isn’t she going to add some hot sauce into their milk! mol

BINKY: I can see her now….

insisting that leaping should be considered daily exercise in the fitness class.

ALLIE: Can’t you picture Madi correcting the way one prepares for a leap…”no, no not that way…let me show you.”

She had a great way about her where you didn’t get the idea she was real pushy just trying to help. Really…she was bossy as heck though!

SASHA: We wouldn’t be on this forever cruise if Madi hadn’t won it.

We love ya Madi and will always be grateful you are a Crotchety Cougar.

Never good bye Madi but see you later yell Amber, Buddy, Sarabi, Sasha, Binky, Allie, Ali and Binga.

Madi takes the first fill-in.

1. I am the…..BOSS LADY….. in my family. The peeps may think they are the ones that control the household but no, it is I, the one and only Magnificent Madi.

Take it away Binky:

2. I have…..NO ….. sibling(s). I don’t want any snotty nosed brothers or sisters. I want to enjoy Granny and the house on my terms. The garden is just the way I like it.

You’re up Angel Ellie.
3. I am looking forward to…..SMELLING THE FLOWERS…..this Spring. I love the smell of roses and Phlox. They are so pretty too.

Sarabi, you have the floor.

4. The first sign of Spring this year was …..ME JUMPING OVER THE CROCUSES IN THE GARDEN. I can jump like nobody’s business. I do stumble though so I try not to jump over my food, in case I slip and fall in. mol

There you have it. Our opinions on the sentences from the lovely ladies that started this wonderful fill-in.

Congratulations ladies. Mom will contact the winners by e-mail and have your mouse pads sent out right away. Maybe later today.

KALI…..ORANGE

This place is a mess! Who’s been flicking marshmallows all around the garbage can?

BINKY: I can’t tell a lie, it was me. I had a bet with Madi that whoever can flick even one marshmallow into the garbage can gets the last Vine Wine.

MADI: I was so close too…just a wee bit more and the wine was mine all mine! We must clean up this place for a fun event that will be happening soon. So let’s get the dishes done and all this clutter put away so we look like we know what we’re doing. KIT: Ohhh, sounds interesting…..what’s happening, Kali.

Come along ladies and gather round. I’ll whisper the special event to y’all. Did you know…whisper, whisper, whisper. hehe

AMBER: I’ll do some baking for the special occasion and you’ll love it. If, you don’t love it, don’t tell me, I don’t want to hear it. I’ll put my paws over my ears and sing the songs of my ancestors and then you’ll be sorry.

Where’s Buddy? Is he still playing with his peacock feathers from Christmas?

I’s here Kali! This event sunds good, good, good and I am gonna make sure everyone is safe as fudge at a chocolate eaters convention. Dats not what I means, as safe as a lily in a summer garden. Dats it!

C’mon lets’ play in the snow. Madi: Are you kidding….it’s wet. Well, snow is wet. Madi: Sure takes away from the fun. Let’s make a snowman. Madi: He’s gotta be different though….none of this man with hat bit for us.

We did an awesome job, Madi. This is one fantastic snowman. Madi: Well, if you ask me, Kali, this guy could use some pants. He’s nekked! Nobody’s going to notice Madi. They’ll be overcome with our magnificent artwork.

I see Binky and Amber padding over this way. They don’t look happy. The snows deep as donkey dung on the farm. Pretty deep!

Binky: Can you manage Amber? All we can see is your head. Amber: Geez, a little snow would’ve been nice but this is ridiculous. It’s like wadding in quicksand….

This is the clean and exhilarating Canadian weather.

The snow makes my whiskers feel alive. Ali: You mean half frozen. mol

Binky: I like the snow guy. You and Madi made it? Pretty fancy girls. Rather risqué, wouldn’t you say? What do you mean, Binky? He’s nekked, Kali. Madi: See, I told you Kali…they noticed real fast!

Oh for mouse’s sake, it’s not like we drew in his private parts.

We’ll go inside for some nipnog to warm up and a few of those rat cakes from the Pied Piper Bakery down the street.

PROUD TO BE CROTCHETY!

Many years ago one of our very first blogging friends was a great big Newfie named Remington. Remi’s and his mom were very, very, very (to infinity) dear friends. His Mom was also a very, very talented fiber artist. She told mom about how she would save Remington’s hair when she brushed him. When she had enough she spun it into yarn for knitting or crocheting. Mom was very interested. She told mom to start saving my furs. For a year, Mom brushed, and brushed, until I was certain I would become hairless. Even though I liked to be brushed sometimes I was a wee bit crotchety. Every month mom would send a zip lock bag of my furs to Remi’s mom.

After 9 months, she mixed some of Remi’s longer furs in with my short ones to make it stronger and ….My friends, below the gray ball of yarn you see, IS Madi fur spun into yarn…What you see below is 70 yards of yarn. The majority is my fur with a little colored wool mixed in it, I knew it smelled familiar!!!! MOL Below you will see attached to items mom made with my furs.

Mom bought 2 skeins over very pretty mingled blue yarn too.

She got her crocheting fingers all limbered up and went to work.She used the mingled blue yarn to crochet herself a scarf the two dark gray rows are my furs.Then she had enough of my fur yarn leftover to mix in with other similar colors to make me a mini afghan.

Sometimes she crocheted so much it made me crotchety because I had to get in her face to remind her that HEY you need to feed me or HEY you need to write my blog.

So as you can see I earned my Proud to Be Crotchety title a long time ago